Although disciples of the Mystical Sect were well versed in feng shui, they rarely had the chance to enter tombs.
The reason was simple: it was a thankless, grueling job that could easily bring curses and retaliation.
Curses and retaliation were easy enough to handle; drawing talismans on Talisman Paper could dispel much of them.
The main reason was that it was all too easy to end up behind bars.
So, despite having experienced plenty of supernatural incidents in his previous life, this was Jian Ran's first time entering a mausoleum.
At that moment, Lu Yanting stood in the center of the palace with his back to the camera, his hair secured beneath an openwork gold crown and a python-patterned robe draped over him. As soon as the assistant called "Action," an imposing aura rose around him.
Jian Ran glanced at the magnificent architecture, but before he could admire it, he began grumbling inwardly.
Why does he get to play the Prince of Zhennan while I play a dancer?!
A fucking male dancer, at that!
"Sheng Le, come here." The commanding voice rang out, its sound reverberating through the vast, empty hall.
Jian Ran was dressed in a vivid red fitted outfit, with a belt around his abdomen that made his figure look even more slender, his waist small enough to span with a hand...
He heard the command but remained still, only to hear the furious line that followed. "Did you not hear what I said?!"
"This servant is coming." Jian Ran stepped into the frame, revealing an exquisitely beautiful profile.
Yu Hong, watching the monitor, was dazed for a moment. Who hired this makeup artist? How could they... make him look more beautiful than a woman?!
Bent at the waist, Sheng Le approached the Prince of Zhennan in